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rx papi - trimothy johnson lyrics

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[intro]
(that’s crazy)
n+gga my+
n+gga
couldn’t f+ck with a baby picture of me n+gga
little ass n+gga yeen even got a car broke ass n+gga yeen even got a car
n+gga
can’t f+ck with me n+gga my worst day
one of the worst days of my life
probably be of your mother f+cking existence n+gga
can’t f+ck with me n+gga
let me tell you why you can’t f+ck with me

[verse]
cause my draws cost a lot pull foreign cars off the lot
you think that b+tch bad as sh+t i drop it off and get the top
n+gga my house big as sh+t my mouth cost a brick
i slang bowls and hit the road i ain’t sell out for this sh+t
they ran north with a kid n+gga your scout getting hit
that ho ex stuck up on the gram she stay on top of my d+ck
wake up in the morning porsche or beamer what car ima’ pick
ain’t doing no mother f+cking show can’t bring my rod in this b+tch
she say “papi your little petty ass”
i say “yo big ole heavy ass”
yo chatty petty messy ass
i up the racks my bragging ass
she crunch your face i crack the bag
we catch him lacking that’s his ass
i pull up foreign back to back
she call me “papi” i’m her dad
you don’t want to go band for band
you really don’t stand a chance
a ten mill will hit you it’s no need for ambulance
whether the bowl or the pan get beat to death with my hands
i up the pole then i bam fore’ he even got in his stance
[?] your b+lls on my b+lls i’m from a whole another land
i put a hole in your man then a hole go again
on my block i’m the rock i’m controlling the gram
truck load in a ram 40 bowls of the blam
it’s getting sold n+gga ain’t nun for the low i don’t give a d+mn
said “she see me on the gram” and always knew i be a man
diamonds dance like marcus houston when he was doing it for little saint
rack for rack and break the bank i’m a shark shark shark on a b+tch until she faint
i dropped a six but the six is game took six n+ggas from the gang
walked in and walked out with my chains big ass porsche truck hog the lane
she gave me jaw don’t know my name i up the rod you heard the bang
these n+ggas washed like little lil zane don’t rock no shiesty this a turban
i’m with some chocolate sh+t she curvy this b+tch ass so fat i’m nervous
[?] buy this b+tch chanel purses she eat me up while i’m driving
on the highway got me swerving fresh as f+ck but i’m dirty
this a 40 it hold thirty ben the block hop out like i don’t know what the f+ck the curve is
if he play board day it’ll be a mother f+cking murder
[?] say foe don’t look firth+teen but he the one that up the burner
these n+ggas move like gunna wrong move and i’ll burn them



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